Noticing the slight hesitation on Kriff's face, Ayjen had to ask, "What do you mean?"
While everyone else was piling into the pub, Kriff directed Ayjen's attention to the bar. There was a perfectly flat stone slab there with a pile of leaves at the side. Atop the slab was a crudely made wooden knife.
"... This is your training?" Ayjen stared at Kriff, imagining all the wasted gambits and tactics Kriff had been offered by the chateau elder.
"Yeah! I can't believe how hard it is!" Kriff admitted, half-laughing while considering what he considered was a slow learning speed. "Bil's channeling is unbelievable. But I can understand how he got to where he is after starting this. So I'm determined to get that strong too!"
Orsen eyed the stone slab and noticed the smaller, second pile of leaves. They all had cuts in them. Some cuts were cleaner than others. Some cuts were longer than others. But none of the leaves had been cleanly and completely cut in half.
